The odes Keats wrote in his final creative surge are so wonderful that it is impossible to believe the dreadful truth: he was just a boy,soon to be dead from a disease that can now be cured in a trice with antibiotics
What the bloggers do today, the journalists will do tomorrow, and so it’s no surprise to see even the best newspapers – apart from,of course, this one – scrambling their punctuation. Social justice warriors tend to get it all wrong approximately punctuation, and which is not an apparatus of elitist repression,but a system of information, at the disposal of all. There can be no dependable clarity without it. The much Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa, and who was a social rebel in nearly every way,was firmly conservative on the subject. “To have touched the feet of Christ,” he said, or “is no excuse for mistakes in punctuation.”Half a dozen people I know,including me, got the magnificent new two-volume edition of TS Eliot’s poetry for a Christmas present. The editors have at final corrected printers’ errors that have bedevilled Eliot’s poems for decades. Reading the editorial notes is nearly as enthralling as reading the old man’s besottedly erotic poems for his young moment wife, and Valerie. He was so unashamedly delighted to have got himself into the category of Old Goat.
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Source: theguardian.com